Today, I crossed over. No, people, I’m not dead. (But the next life phase may kill me!) I am officially a Mother of Teenagers. ONLY teenagers. No babies, toddlers, little guys. Colin, my little ground hog, turns 13 today. Goodbye, Tweens. Hello, All Teens All the Time!
I started to feel a touch wistful yesterday, as I hoofed it around the track at lacrosse practice with my two friends Sally and Katherine who have boys on the team and also qualify as Mothers of Teenagers. “Are we old?’ I asked. “Or, is it just that our kids are old and we’re still young?’
That’s it, we concluded. Our kids are old, but we are not. Somehow, our children are aging faster than we are, we all laughed. But, the truth is, instead of being Young Moms, we were moving to the Veteran Mom phase of motherhood. What do you know?
As I see it, I can embrace my Veteran Mom status or get a puppy. I’m going to take the “embrace my status” route. No more giant birthday parties, no more field trips, no more sitting on the floor tying shoes or building Legos. But, lots more talking, listening, and waiting up all night worrying. I’m ready
Happy Birthday, Colin. Welcome to the Teen Years. Please use soap when washing your face.
Embracing my Chaos, Lian
